Journal: Inspiration -------------------------------------------Mood: Thinking...Is it beauty that inspires me?
Words from fellow poets?
Ethereal visions, however fleeting?
I do not know. But you see,
Something happens. I concentrate on nothing,
It’s just my pen, and me.
I relinquish my right to logical thought,
That has no place here.
I can fill my page with nonsense,
It matters only to me.
Words come in waves, like the ocean,
Sometimes they drizzle, like the rain.
I see flowers and azure skies,
I write of thunder and darkness.
Lines collide, need unconnected,
And then they become something else.
The wings of birds, lovers’ fingertips,
Children’s’ smiles and cotton candy,
All have a space on my page.
I believe inspiration is all around me,
It is the very air I breathe.
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